Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the high seas from Quel'Thalas to the waters of Lordaeron, the warships that survived the bombing launched by Black Shaw are moored in a very dense formation on the sea.

It stands to reason that no well-trained fleet would bring its ships so close during navigation. This is very dangerous and not conducive to fast navigation.

But the problem is that this remnant army, which was already badly defeated, will be extremely unlucky to suffer another unexpected "war".

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a sneak attack.

The Hades Fleet, which had been overthrown by Little Nagfar with the Breath of Rukhmar, suddenly appeared again. Having already fled, they seemed to have sensed an opportunity to save the defeat.

On the surrounding undulating sea, those dilapidated and cold ghost ships stirred up the ocean pollution in the closed sea area, blocking all routes forward and backward for the remaining fleet.

This traditional tactic from Hades soon caused real trouble for Lordaeron's battered fleet.

Those viscous fogs with the power of death have the effect of tempting people to wander. In this damn gray fog, even the best navigators can't discern the direction, let alone accurately lock the position of those ghost ships in the fog.

They could only be passively beaten and frightened by the sudden appearance of dead ships from time to time. The only good thing was that the Shield of Aggramar held by the temporary commander of the fleet, Jaina, was still in effect.

Although it is far less powerful than the power of order that bursts out in Dai Lin's hands, in the defensive state, the Aegis presided over by the little mage can still ensure that the exhausted remaining fleet will not be destroyed again by the sneak attack of the ghost ship.

But this is not a long-term solution.

On the deck of a ship in the remaining fleet, little Jaina was leaning on the Ebony Cold Staff, with her other hand attached to the Titan relic suspended in front of her.

Under her control, this sacred object, which was split in appearance and gathered together by energy resonance, stirred up the energy of order to wrap the fleet. However, the breath of death from Hades continued to erode the blue barrier, and from time to time there was beating energy. Sparks jumped outside the energy shield and made a harsh and gloomy sound.

Little Gianna's face looked a little pale.

Not only does she have to keep the shield deployed, she also has to withstand the evil from the bottom of the sea.

She could vaguely hear a woman's vicious curse. The vague voice was cursing her bloodline, cursing her and her brother to sink into the sea forever.

That's Hela.

A fallen demigod shaped by death, and a loser.

Jaina is not afraid of her. The little mage is full of courage and will never bow to such evil forces. But the problem is that she is also responsible for protecting the fleet at this time.

"This sacred shield is too strong for mental oppression. Those ghosts are still using the vicious power of Hades to attack me. I can hold on for another twenty minutes at most."

Little Jaina gasped and said to a group of alliance captains surrounding her to protect her:

"I know you are tired, but you must be ready to fight now. Jin Jian's mother went to ask for help, but we don't know when the support will arrive.

Is there blessed holy water on board? "

"have!"

A female captain wearing the Holy Light Faith Badge grabbed the command knife and glanced at the thick and cold fog around her. She immediately responded:

"Because I heard that pirates would use black magic curses, I brought a lot of them on the ship before departure. But I doubt that the holy water is really useful?"

The female captain asked hesitantly:

"I secretly watched the process of priests making holy water. They just whispered prayers to the water brought from the well, and there was no process of infusing magic."

"Well, the release of this belief ritual is very complicated. It is difficult for me to explain to you how the holy water works."

The little mage was a little confused by this question, but she still tried her best to explain to these captains and commanders who were very capable but not very knowledgeable:

"But as long as the priest you find can really sense the holy light, then the holy water blessed by him will definitely be effective. Get rid of the water. If the ghosts attack after a while, soak the weapons and cannonballs in the holy water. This gives them an extra evil-fighting effect.

If the holy water is not enough, use fire!

My brother, well, someone has tried it before, using flames to temporarily drive back these undead souls in hell. "

"fire?"

Another captain, whose head was injured and still wrapped in gauze, blinked. He rubbed his chin and looked meaningfully at the gun on the deck. He said:

"Is it okay to use red-hot grape bullets?"

"Well, it's theoretically possible. In fact, it seems that high-temperature scattering lead bullets can also be used."

Jaina seemed to have thought of something strange, and she whispered:

"Speaking of which, I also saw some very 'weird' papers at Nathalas College, where the mages were seriously discussing the feasibility of 'physical exorcism'.

If it wasn't an emergency this time, it seemed like a good moment to verify the magic theory. "

"Okay, no more obscure magic."

The great knight Cyrus, who was guarding the little princess, shook his head and said to the captains beside him:

"Just follow the instructions of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Everyone, I know that the naval battle that just ended has a great impact on your morale, but only by surviving can you have the possibility of revenge.

The general asked Her Royal Highness the Princess to take you back to the motherland. This is our duty, but you also have your own responsibilities to your people and country!

We have to do everything we can to get out of this damn place, we can't be defeated by a bunch of damn dead people, they are Black's losers!

You know what this means! "

A few words from Cyrus aroused the anger and shame in the hearts of these captains. They all straightened their backs hard, saluted Jaina, and then quickly returned to their respective ships in the traffic boat.

As the horns of preparations for battle sounded one after another, the remaining fleet of Lordaeron, which had been demoralized just now, adjusted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the mental state of the soldiers was far worse than before, at least they did not choose to lie down and wait to die at this time.

Probably because they had already lost to the pirates, and in order to ensure their final dignity, they were unwilling to lose to a group of lowly undead who came to pick up the pieces.

Besides, losing to the pirates can save one life.

But after being defeated by the undead, there is no need to say what the outcome will be.

"The discipline of Lordaeron's navy is absolutely top-notch. If you give them enough time, they can even catch up with our soldiers. But unfortunately, they have suffered successive attacks that make them full of doubts about themselves."

Great Knight Cyrus stood next to little Gianna and said in a veteran's regretful tone:

"If they can't get over this failure in a short period of time, they may never recover."

"What if it's our fleet?"

Little Gianna raised her head, looked at Cyrus, and asked seriously:

"If my father commanded the Kul Tiras fleet, would the outcome of this battle be any different?"

Cyrus was asked.

The loyal knight hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"We could wipe out all the pirates on the sea before that steel spaceship appeared, but it would be of no use. We lack the means to fight that terrifying spaceship.

Even if the fleet of Kul Tiras in its heyday is here, we will still encounter the same fate as the Lordaeron fleet. Our air cavalry will be wiped out quickly. Once Black controls the air, it will be the end of our fleet. .

Although I hate to admit it, today's naval battle will indeed be as Black declared. From now on, traditional tactics can no longer adapt to the new war model of this sea.

The sky will become as important as the ocean.

Even more important. "

"Is that so?"

Jaina pursed her lips and whispered in a disappointed tone:

"So, my father did lose to my brother, right? There is no water in my brother's victory this time, and it cannot be said to be cheating or cleverness.

He defeated his father in an upright manner and ended Dai Lin's era. "

"Yes, but also no."

Cyrus shook his head. He held his halberd and said to the little princess:

"Blake only used this victory to declare the arrival of a new era, but it was like the dawn of dawn separated by a whole morning from the blazing sun at noon.

Not all forces can create such terrifying flying fortresses like Blake, and not everyone can copy Blake's tactics.

Not everyone can use this mode of seizing air supremacy.

From my point of view, at least in the changes of the next ten years, our Kul Tiras will still be the world's first-class navy.

Moreover, our foundation is there. His Majesty has also formulated military building ideas for aircraft carrier tactics during the reconstruction of the First and Second Fleets. We will take the initiative to accept and become familiar with this war trend faster than other countries and forces.

Little princess, you don’t have to worry about the decline of your country.

With the wisdom and courage you've shown, Kul Tiras is destined to remain strong in your hands. "

"But I don't want to be the queen."

Gianna complained:

"I prefer to advance my life on the path of magic rather than being bound by that throne. I prefer others to call me Jaina instead of the Daughter of the Sea. I.

Um?

Did you feel it? Lord Cyrus. "

The little mage suddenly stopped talking. She looked into the depths of the thick fog in front of her in surprise. There seemed to be something strange happening in the strange shadows of ships that kept appearing in the shadowy fog of death.

She listened intently, and after a few seconds, she looked back at Cyrus, whose expression also changed greatly, and she said:

"Someone is singing and the sound is so weird!"

"It's the war song of the Kul Tiras navy. To be precise, it's the war song of the previous era. We no longer use this somewhat vulgar military song."

The well-informed knight immediately explained to the little princess:

"Only some old sailors from the fleet occasionally sing these songs to remember the past, but how come there are old sailors from Kul Tiras here?

This is too far away from our country.

And why does this voice sound so familiar? "

"It's Marshal Barry!"

Hearing the singing as well, the injured captain, who was helped out of the cabin by several sailors, shouted excitedly:

"I will never forget that when I was recruited by the old marshal, I heard him singing this song while drunk. He also wanted to promote this song in the Lordaeron fleet, but Terry King Nas thought the song was too obscene after he was training the fleet.

I knew the rumors were all lies!

The old marshal is not dead!

A hero like him doesn't die quietly, he's here to save us!

When we need help, when we are in dire straits, the old hero who single-handedly built the fleet is back! "

The captain's roar made the sailors on the entire deck cheer. As the vulgar military songs rang out in the fog became clearer, the cheers continued to escape from the battleship where Jaina was located, until finally, every member of the remaining fleet was All the ships began to cheer the old marshal's name.

Just as the people of Kul Tiran worshiped Daelin, for the Lordaeron navy, Bali Weswein was the perfect embodiment of their naval spirit.

But as the hollow singing got closer and closer, the worry in the eyes of little Gianna and Lord Cyrus became deeper and deeper.

Both men had fought in the North County battle, and they were very familiar with this special "hollow sound effect."

An ominous feeling arose in their hearts.

But the one who reacted most directly to the song was not the remaining fleet besieged by the undead, but the Hela undead souls in the mist who were baring their fangs and preparing to swallow the fleet in one go.

The sailors on these ghost ships from various eras experienced unexpected restlessness. They were brutally resurrected by Hela and were supposed to be like walking zombies who could only passively obey the captain's orders. But at this moment, there seemed to be something deeper. The power forcibly awakened their suppressed thoughts.

The generous gift from another kind of death force allowed these sailors who could not rest in peace after death to begin to resist the cruel oppression from Hades. As the song of the old Marshal Bali came closer to his ears, an unexpected "rebellion" Happened quickly in the fog of death.

The officers of Lordaeron's navy watched dumbfoundedly as the fog dispersed, and they saw groups of ragged skeleton undead furiously chasing after their captain.

What's more, those violent undead would capture their captains and throw them into the sea, as if they were going to drown them alive.

No one knew the source of this strange rebellion, but soon layers of feeble ice floes covered the sea as an eerie cold wind blew across the surface.

The deeper and deeper singing echoed more and more clearly in this ghostly sea accompanied by a majestic warship that was completely black, covered with bursts of cold air, and even the masts and sails were frozen by death frost.

At first, it was just the old Marshal Barry Westwin who stood on the bow of the death battleship and sang alone, and then the living undead also hummed the chords with terrifying voices.

Groups of blue soul fire lit up on the deck of the gloomy battleship, causing the Lordaeron navy who had been cheering just now to freeze in unison.

Like a cock being strangled, the entire remaining fleet fell silent.

They guessed correctly.

It was indeed Marshal Barley who saved them from the siege of Hela's undead.

But they also guessed wrong.

The old marshal is indeed dead.

Now he is a creature of death born here in a more terrifying and profound manner.

The old marshal on the bow of the ship looked condescendingly at the crippled fleet in front of him with cold eyes. He saw the low morale of the soldiers and the fear in their eyes. He also saw the miserable state of the fleet after repeated attacks.

But none of this could move him at all.

On the stern of the Death Battleship, a tall man wearing black armor sat on a throne completely made of ice.

This ship seems to be his mobile royal chariot.

In his hand, he held an ice demon blade that was full of cold air and shining with the runes of control. Any undead that came close to his commanding halo and were under pressure would quickly break away from Hela's control and serve extremely loyally. He is loyal.

In just an instant, those ghost ships that had just been riding the fog of death in an attempt to eat the remaining fleet to express their loyalty to Hela switched sides to the side of the Lich King, who made a silent appearance.

However, there were still several ghost ships that escaped by sneaking in advance when the situation was bad, including the commander of this hell fleet, the Bloodsail Pirate Leader Farrewell and his Devil Shark, who were extremely good at escaping.

Hela's angry and unwilling roar came from the bottom of the sea.

She seemed ready to create a great wave that would bury Lothar and his damned majesty.

But the Lich King paid no attention to the whining of this defeated dog.

He didn't even feel the slightest bit moved by it.

Just by raising his hand slightly, the tide that had just been rolled up by Hela was quickly frozen into heavy ice floes, and in an instant, a small half of the sea was transformed into an iceberg and snowfield.

He holds the power given by the Force of Death, and the more death there is in this world, the stronger he becomes.

On the road to death, he is completely comparable to Hela, and most importantly, compared to Hela's numerous defeats, Anduin Lothar is known for his continuous victories.

Why be afraid?

Is Hela worth fearing natural disasters?

"Leave with the mercy of the Lich King, navy of Lordaeron."

Old Marshal Barry Westwin pushed his navy tricorn hat covered with death frost. He held the handle of the skull command knife at his waist and said in a hollow voice:

"Look at you, you are as embarrassed as an old dog with its backbone broken. You have been frightened by failure. You are not qualified to be a servant of the Lich King.

Let's go back.

Go back to the human world and convey His Majesty Lothar's voice to your king.

soon

My Majesty and I, with our fleet, will pay him a visit.

Let him get ready! "